Don’t Ya Hate Pants!

KARA: “So,” my bridesmaid Joy begins, a sinister twinkle in her eye, “how well do you really know Brian?” She unfolds a wrinkled list of Brian’s deepest, darkest secrets.

We’re halfway through my bridal shower. Having had a few glasses of Chardonnay, I’m not intimidated by this quiz. I know all the dirt, even the name of his first doll or, as he called Stanley, his “buddy.” (Sorry Brian!)

“For every correct response you earn a piece of lovely bling,” Diane says, displaying a ring purchased from the Liberace Romance collection. The crowd seated before me ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs.’ “And for every wrong answer,” she continues, “you get a piece of gum–and you have to chew it!” (FYI, I hate gum.)

Joy gazes at me intently and asks: “Let’s say you are going out for hamburgers.” I nod. “Brian wants you to bring something home for him. What toppings do you request for his burger?”